Whenever someone asked me which my favourite animal was, I quickly responded: squirrel! I admit it was a little weird. Squirrels have always passed almost unnoticed in Science lessons. I love this animal that builds its roads in the air and contributes to plant trees thanks to its forgetful character. I find it fascinating. Once we caught a squirrel in a summer camp, during a family visit. We played with her and someone took a photo of my uncle putting her soft tail as a fake moustache. It was very funny but I remember feeling very sad when we had to let her go at the end of the day.

That's how our father called us when we were children. According to him, he called us like that because our playfulness and vivaciousness. My sister was "the glutton squirrel," that was an ironical nickname, because she has always been as thin as a rake and it was extremely difficult to make her interested in any kind of food. I was the "dangerous squirrel", in my case the nickname was a serious one. Apparently I was quite "harebrained".

This necklace is in honour of my sister Julia, the "glutton." Everyone says we look like "twin squirrels" and we must recognize that this is more and more true every day. The strange thing is that she is three years older than me and that we live in different cities, so we don’t see each other very often. We could tell endless anecdotes about telepathy and coincidences... Although sometimes we tease each other, I'm very proud of my sister, even though I seldom tell her. Apart from her countless personal virtues, she makes some beautiful print fabrics, with an exquisite sensitivity for composition and colour. Everything she touches becomes a harmonious and extremely well-finished product. My favourite pieces are her silkscreened tiles.

Yesterday I was given a white table as a gift. Two metres and a half long, a spoiled child’s whim. It takes up the whole studio, the baffled pieces of furniture keep staring at me. The ladders want to become chairs, from the chairs some flowers sprout.

domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010

Cuando encontré esta camisa en los Encantes por un euro no me lo podía creer. Siempre intento ir temprano y casi nunca lo consigo. Es muy raro encontrar a las once de la mañana un tesoro como éste entre tantos objetos perdidos. Mi hermano dice que me gusta demasiado porque de pequeños teníamos un pijama blanco muy parecido, con dibujos de aviones. Nos dedicábamos a colorearlos con rotulador, luego iba a la lavadora y vuelta a empezar. Creo que tanto In Treatment nos está afectando.When I found this shirt in los Encantes for one euro, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I always try to get there early in the morning, but I can’t usually manage. It’s very weird to find, among so many lost objects, a treasure like this one at eleven o’ clock in the morning. My brother says that I like it so much because we had a similar planes pattern pyjama when we were kids. We used to paint them with felt tip pens, then we put it in the washing machine and back to square one. I think that maybe so much In Treatment is affecting us.